sweet dreams, beautiful nightmares

san lorenzo

the sun's kisses reflects through the calm waters,

and the reflected light kisses the spots on the ceiling;

the wind is flowing westward and the clouds trace its way,

under the peaceful town of San Lorenzo – no one knows this place.

i kiss the air of San Lorenzo,

hoping for the wind to bring the message,

to a memory walking in faded jeans and ripped clothing;

if they only know i miss them–

every people of San Lorenzo.

my feet traveled across the cobbled road,

saw the buildings made of wood and stone,

and there's smoke coming out of every open chimneys,

but–

no one resides in this town of no owner.

maybe,

San Lorenzo is just a place;

a creation of madness inside my head,

a place where dreams resides whem i'm out of bed.

San Lorenzo was just a godforsaken place,

San Lorenzo was a messed up place,

San Lorenzo was my only place,

but San Lorenzo was just a place.